(Source: light-essence, via breathemystardust)
“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you teach her that you’re in control of her body? If I teach her that I’m in charge of whether or not she can touch her hair, she’s going to replace me with some other man when she goes out in the world. She can’t cut my hair but that’s her hair. She has got to have command of her body. So when she goes out into the world, she’s going out with a command that it is hers. She is used to making those decisions herself. We try to keep giving them those decisions until they can hold the full weight of their lives.” (via Why Will And Jada Pinkett Smith Let Daughter Willow Cut Her Hair - The Frisky)
(via lipstick-feminists)
what I wore last night for my B-day party
yup its my birthday so I can wear underwear if I wanna
This is my roommate, Mary. She inspires me.
Dream 5/26/2012
I had a dream I was swimming in the ocean in Hawaii. I could feel the sun slowly fading away and twilight settling in as I swam amongst one or two other people. I was pretty far out, just swimming, and they were up-shore from me surfing. The water sucked back farther each time it alchemized itself into the formation of a wave, then crashed heavily onto the shoreline. One of the people surfing kind of near me was a woman with a name that started with a C, like Coral or Catalina. She was a native Hawaiian and very comfortable being amongst the huge sets that kept rolling in. For some reason, I knew I needed to get out of the water and as far away from it as I could. I body-surfed to the shore and ran up the stairs of the building. I found a place I could both see the beach from and hold on to something. The people around me said a Coral or Catalina wave was coming. I realized the woman I met out there wasn’t really a person, but an ocean spirit who made the waves.
Olympia->Sea/Tac->Redmond->Seattle->Redmond->Olympia
Driving on the 520 between Redmond and Seattle, I watched the most beautiful sunset creep down over The Sound and light the tips of masts, sending shadows of sails across this now familiar body of water.
As I neared Olympia, I searched my mind and body for the multitude of slight feelings that accompanies ones return home. Instead of this familiar nostalgia usually inspired by my surroundings, I was able to feel myself and understand this sense of self as
h o m e
.
The Sour Houses presents:
A very Mary birthday!
Last night we celebrated Mary’s 22nd birthday. Mary and Marissa made delicious curry over purple jasmine rice, Courtney brought apples, veggies, brie, and hummus, and I made spelt yogurt flat bread and sweet potato hummus. There was also plenty of wine, music, and dancing. Nights like these make life so rich.
<3 Sour House
Droppin mad beats while makin beet lipstick.
(You make my heart skippa beet.)
Mary, Sammy, and I made beet lipstick!
coconut oil + beeswax + beet juice
(Source: eternalconsciousness, via breathingwithbrahma-deactivated)



